Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.